PRECIOUS, YOU SAY

(For A) 

Yes, you are

and it is - how you walk in a skin

with heart shining through;

the years and the moments

fleeting, fluid, ever present.

Precious, like a jewel, a star;

a fragile butterfly, a petal

and how spirit stirs up life

in a dazzle of raindrops, sunbeams

 - to be inspired, empathic, tender

as well as fierce and fiesty,

unafraid.

Things happen within a space and time;

they take a place to become aware:

this is truth, a realization,

that is a whim, fear or fancy

fully in my bones, veins and belly.

I touch the sheer edge of loneliness

to find, viscerally to know

that in truth, I embody pure joy;

The vast, overwhelm - love divine

made flesh manifest,

in an instant beyond all breath.

Close as the blood in our throats,

the waters that flow through us, 

the fires that generate our engines

and the impressions and feelings 

that sapience expresses;

We are living mouthpieces for Self

brim with the golden weights of light:

a chalice, a garden of bounty,

a presence of warmth and openness.

How you hear so deeply,

the focus and clarity diamond-bright: Shante Ishtar indeed.